A Surprise Night at the Club

Shortly after dinner, and with the empty emotion usually reserved for discussions of some mundane household chore, Judy said, "Maybe its time to go to the club again."

"The club?" I replied. I thought I knew what she meant, but her suggestion was so unexpected, I wasn't sure.

"You know, Colette's. We haven't been in a long time and I think our membership is about to run out."

"Sure, why not." I replied.

I tried to say the words as if it was no big deal, but inside, my mind started racing. Usually, I'm the one trying to get her to go, and she is often ambivalent or even resistant. As a result, we usually go to the club only two or three times a year. But this time, she was the one suggesting it.

"When do you want to go?" I casually asked.

"How about this Friday night," she suggested.

"Great," I replied, and then we both changed the subject as if it was no big deal – like deciding to pick up a couple items at the grocery store. But the fact that she suggested it, and suggested going on a Friday, conjured up all sorts of delicious and wicked fantasies.

But, before I tell you what happened at the club, let me give you a little background on us. Judy is my wife of fifteen years. She is average height and weight. I think she looks great, but she is no fashion model. Most of the time, she is a conservative and respected member of the community, and she is always a loving and caring wife. She has a graduate degree and holds a responsible management position with a local firm. She even donates time to help manage a small local charity. All of this may sound a little dull and boring, but it is only half the story. When she is in the mood, she can be a lot of fun. I mean a LOT of fun. This is a story about one of the times she was very much in the mood.

Colette's Club is an on-premises sex club in central New Orleans. Friday night is a special night at the club since single males are welcome. Saturday nights are limited to couples, but not Friday night. Sometimes, there are as many single men as couples. Some couples don't like it and simply avoid Fridays, but others like the charged atmosphere and only go on Fridays. I have noticed that Judy definitely seems to like being around a group of horny single men who are hoping for sex. She is always happy to talk with them and tease, but it never has gone beyond this first step in the past.

As the weekend approached, my thoughts increasingly turned to Friday night, with all sorts of erotic fantasies fighting their way into my consciousness. "So, do you know what you are going to wear tomorrow night?" I inquired. "Not that long black dress that you wore last time, I hope."

"Actually, I did a little shopping yesterday afternoon." She replied. "I think you'll what I found, and no, I'm not going to wear that long black dress, or anything long for that matter."

"Well, let's see what you bought. You know I like it when you dress a little trashy."

"You get to see when we leave for the club, but not before," she taunted. She is usually eager to show me when she buys something sexy, so her reply seemed a little strange and I should have been suspicious.

When Friday night rolled around, Judy got dressed in the bathroom and wouldn't let me see until she was finished. When she came out, her outfit was a real shock.

"Wow! I exclaimed.

She had on a sexy red top. It was made of loose stretchy material that plunged down in the front and revealed a lot of cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra and if she bent over or moved in a certain way, her bare breasts would flash into view. Sexy as the top was, it was the skirt that most grabbed my attention. She had on black thigh-high fishnet hose and a garter belt, all topped by a very short black skirt. When I say very short, I mean VERY short. Even when standing up straight, the top of the hose and the garter snaps were below the hem of the skirt. And the hem of the skirt barely covered her shaved pussy. The thin strip of white flesh between the top of her hose and the bottom of her skirt grabbed the eye and wouldn't let go. All I could think about is how revealing it all would be when she was dancing or sitting on a bar stool. The fact that there would be scores of horny single men watching her filled me with great lust and a little apprehension.

"You know," I said, "that outfits makes you look like a really trashy whore."

"Thanks," she replied, "I was hoping you would like it. "You better enjoy it, though. I don't get in this mood too often, but tonight I want to get a little crazy." I just shook my head as we went out door.

We live in a townhouse condominium, so the walk from the front door to the car was thrilling for me in a strange sort of way. Even though it was night and the area is not well lit, there was the possibility that a neighbor might see us. Part of me wanted one of the neighbors to come out and notice us as we were leaving. I could imagine striking up a brief conversation with the old guy next store, while Judy stood there in her outfit. The other part of me was scared to death that someone might see us. As it turned out, we made it to the car without any of the neighbors noticing. At least I think so.

In the car, Judy sat with her legs spread and her feet tucked under her, like some slutty Buddha. This caused the skirt to ride up so far that it looked like nothing more than a belt. She was totally exposed and the spread position parted her shaved pussy lips, all of which was a great distraction for me, especially when we would pass under a street light and the image of her spread pussy would temporarily flash into view. I'm sure she did it just to torment me, or perhaps she did it as a test to see if I could actually drive the car and answer simple questions while she sat there in that position. In any case, I knew she would be disappointed if I didn't say something or respond in some way. So, when we pulled up next to a truck at a stop light, I casually reached up and turned on the inside dome light.

She turned to me and gave me one of those looks, as if to say, "You pathetic little boy!" I just smiled back. About that time, the trucker tooted his horn in recognition of the view. Judy just looked up at him and waved. Then the light changed and we drove away.

Through it all, Judy didn't make any effort to cover up or adopt a more modest position. I stayed hard most of the time and began to wonder if it was indeed safe for me to drive, given the level of distraction Judy was causing. What if I had an accident? What would the police think when they saw Judy's attire? Would I be charged with some sort of sex crime, or just reckless driving? I was sure I would be charged with something, even if the accident wasn't my fault. Fortunately, we made it to the club without mishap.

Colette's Club is located in an old three-story brick building just a few blocks from Canal Street in the central business district of New Orleans. Across the narrow street is an old multi-story parking garage that we use. Although Judy had changed her seating position several times after the fun with the truck driver, she again assumed her initial spread position as we approached the garage. The entrance is well lit and there are always several attendants standing around to collect the parking fee or to park cars for those who want valet service. One of them came to my window and I handed him the $8.00 parking fee. He took the money and reached through the open window to put a dated stub on the dashboard, wearing a big grin all the time. Judy just looked at him and the other attendants with a big smile on her face.

"Have a good night," he said as we drove up the ramp to look for a space.

After parking, we made our way across the street to the club. The first floor of the club consists of the reception area, a dark lounge with couches, the area around the kidney-shaped bar, and the dance floor. Most people have a few drinks, dance and chat on the first floor until they are ready to head upstairs, usually between 11:00PM and midnight. Of course, there is always some dirty dancing and a little flashing on the first floor, but usually no strong sex. The second floor includes a very attractive salon with couches, a small theatre that shows adult movies, and an array of rooms with beds. A couple of them have doors that can be closed and locked, but most have no doors and only very sheer curtains at the entrance. One large room has a gigantic round bed that can accommodate a sizeable orgy. There is a big one-way mirror on one of the walls next to the bed so that anyone outside can watch the action but the people inside only see their reflection.

After showing our membership card and paying the $50 fee, we headed straight to the bar. We are not heavy drinkers, but we usually get a drink of some kind just to be social and fit in with the crowd. Judy ordered a Bloody Mary, which she can usually nurse for up to an hour. I had scotch on the rocks.

One of the great benefits of the bar at this club is that one can watch the women getting on or off the tall barstools in their short skirts. Some do it carefully in a ladylike fashion, perhaps out of habit or, less likely, from some genuine sense of modesty. Other women show absolutely no inclination toward modesty and mount or dismount a barstool as if it presented a rare opportunity to entertain and excite those around them.

As we had arrived early, no one was dancing and there were only a few people around the bar. We just chatted a little with another couple at the bar to pass the time. By 10:00 PM, a steady stream of single men and couples started to arrive and things livened up a little. A few couples ventured onto the dance floor, and the area around the bar began to fill up. About that time, a tall heavyset guy came over to introduce himself.

On Friday nights, the single guys are always hoping to hook up with a single woman, or more likely, with a couple for a threesome. Some are shy and wait for the couples to approach them and others are more aggressive. This one certainly wasn't shy. I could predict what he would say before he even opened his mouth. It would be the usual script they all seem to parrot.

"Hi, my name is _____ and I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm visiting New Orleans from ________ and just wanted to see what this club was like. Where are you from and do you come here often?"

Just looking at this guy, I was certain that Judy would have no interest even in just talking with him. He was heavyset and had a large tattoo on the upper portion of his right arm. Although his shirt was OK, he was wearing jeans and looked like he could be a construction worker. He just didn't fit the profile that Judy finds sexy in a man. She would be polite, but would send him off with some excuse about expecting a friend to arrive soon, or so I thought.

As soon as the introduction was over and he shook hands with both of us, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I just didn't have an interest in a conversation that I thought would go nowhere, and besides, I wanted to check out what was going on at the other end of the bar and on the dance floor. I knew Judy would be pissed for leaving her alone with this guy, but I figured that I would be back soon, and besides, she can certainly take care of herself.

"Don't be too long." she said with a wicked smile as I turned to leave.

I made a quick trip to the restroom, mostly just to validate my excuse for leaving, and then wandered around to see if anything exciting was happening. It was still a little early, so there wasn't a lot of action. However, I guess the throbbing music and flashing strobe lights kept me watching longer than I should have. When I headed back to Judy, I was surprised to see that the guy with the tattoo was now sitting on a stool to her right and that they had been joined by a second man who had taken my stool to Judy's left. He was slimmer, a little shorter than the first, and nicely dressed. They all three were laughing and seemed to be having a good time.

I felt a little odd and wondered what to do. If I returned to Judy, I had no place to sit, except next to one of the guys. I guess I could have claimed my seat and ask the new guy to move, but that would have been awkward. I decided to just position myself off to the side about fifteen feet and pretend that I was waiting for someone. I could see what the three were doing and could wait for a good time to return. Of course, I was more than a little curious to see what Judy would do. She saw me and gave me a little wink, but then proceeded to ignore me.

I couldn't hear the conversation over the music, but I had a decent position to see what was unfolding. Both of the guys seemed interested in her and she seemed to be encouraging them. When she finished her Bloody Mary, the conversation appeared to turn to what she would drink next. She sampled each of their drinks and chose to have whatever the guy with the tattoo was drinking. I don't know what it was, but I'm sure it was stronger than what she usually drinks. When it arrived, she downed a good part of it and gave a big "thumbs up" with great fanfare and laughter. I couldn't tell if she was actually getting high or if it was just an act.

They kept talking and laughing and Judy would periodically touch the upper arm of one of the men when he said something that made her laugh, and both men seemed to be doing their best to entertain her. Her short skirt exposed virtually all of both legs, but she had them crossed and pointed toward the bar, so neither of the men could see more than just leg. There was no doubt in my mind, however, that her revealing top offered both of them an occasional view of a bare breast. After a while, instead of touching an arm or shoulder, she began to briefly place her hand on one of their legs.

When she finished her second drink, which didn't seem to take long at all, she quickly ordered another. From her behavior, I could tell that the alcohol was clearly having an affect. She uncrossed her legs and spread them a little, but kept them pointed toward the bar. Judy can be a real tease at times. However, I couldn't tell whether this was a part of her tease, or she was just getting a little drunk and being careless. In any case, it wasn't long before she spread her legs a little more and began to swivel a bit on her stool toward one or the other of the men as she would talk to them.

Although I couldn't see clearly from my position, I was sure that the two guys could occasionally get a clear view of her pussy as she swiveled back and forth. This went on for a while as she continued to laugh and occasionally place her hand on one of their legs.

The big guy with the tattoo was clearly enjoying the game and apparently decided to move it along. When Judy placed her hand on his leg again, he grabbed it and pulled it up his leg so that she could feel his erect cock through his pants. Instead of withdrawing her hand, she began slowly stroking it and in a sugary sweet voice said, "Oooh, what have you got there?" As she did so, she swiveled in the stool to face him more directly and spread her legs even more, providing him with a close and clear view of her pussy. After feeling his dick through his pants for a while, she turned to face the other guy. She groped his crotch through his pants and asked, "And what about you? Do you have a hard dick also?" From the smile on her face, it seemed that the answer was yes. It all happened so quickly. All the coy conversation and jokes were clearly over.

At this point, the two guys apparently concluded that they had showed too much restraint in the past and needed to make up for it big time. They both stood up and gently but firmly swiveled Judy's stool so that her back was to the bar and they were in front of her. The well-dressed guy started to grope her boobs and, without permission, pulled down her top to fully expose both breasts. The other one spread her legs wide and began to stroke her pussy. I guess they felt that they had been teased long enough and were due a little fun. I wondered if I should rescue her, but Judy didn't look like she wanted to be rescued. She just looked into the eyes of the guy that was stroking her pussy and smiled. After a short time, he inserted one finger and then two.

At this point, three or four single men and one couple realized what was happening and gathered around to watch. All of a sudden, my view was blocked by spectators and I had to move forward and jockey for position to see what the two men were doing to my wife. Judy seemed to be having a great time and she had spread her legs as wide as she could. At one point, she even told one of the two guys to move to one side, so that the small group of watchers could more easily see her wet pussy being fingered. After a while, they changed positions, with the tattooed guy playing with her boobs and the other guy fingering her pussy. Occasionally, Judy would give directions, usually encouraging one or the other to slow down or be gentle.

As I watched all this unfold, I was struck by the realization that this woman was not the woman I married, not the woman that lovingly raised our two kids, and not the woman who had been my faithful devoted wife for the past fifteen years. She was different, as if some stranger had invaded her mind and had taken possession of her body. I had never seen this side of Judy before. It was both frightening and exciting.

I also realized that I was not the person I was this morning. I also had changed. The sight of these two strangers pawing at my wife excited me, and I wanted more. I wanted to see them fuck her. I wanted to see their dicks in her mouth. I wanted to watch them use her to satisfy whatever perverted sexual desire they might harbor in the darkest recess of their being. And I wanted to watch her eagerly satisfy their every deviant desire. In short, I wanted Judy to be the biggest slut imaginable.

At one point the tattooed guy kneeled down in front of her and began to use his tongue instead of his fingers, but it didn't last too long. At one point, Judy motioned him to stand up and said," Enough of me. I want to see those dicks. Get them out."

The two guys hesitated, perhaps not being as much of an exhibitionist as Judy. "Come on, get them out," she said, "or no nookie for you." Reluctantly, they unzipped their pants and tool out their dicks, obviously aware of the seven or eight spectators that were gathered around.

"Now stroke it," she instructed. Slowly, they began to stroke their dicks. At this point, Judy was leaning back on her stool, facing away from the bar and toward the two men and the spectators; with her legs spread wide and her skirt all the way up. She leaned back, with her elbows on the bar behind her, and just watched. It was obvious she wanted all the spectators to get a good clear view of her pussy. Occasionally, she would reach down and slowly stroke her clitoris. At some point, one of the male spectators also took his dick out and also began to stroke it in earnest. It was a surreal scene. She now had three men playing with themselves in front of a small crowd. Through it all, I wondered what I should do. Should I somehow inject myself into the scene or just stay back for a while and watch the action with the other spectators?

After a short time, Judy apparently told the two guys she had been talking to that she wanted to dance. They struggled to get their dicks back in their pants and then they all three headed to the dance floor. They weren't on the dance floor more than two minutes before Judy started playing with her skirt. She grabbed a pinch of material in each hand and then slowly teased the hem up and down as she danced, revealing and then hiding her pussy. Each time she raised it, the people standing around the edge of the dance floor let out a cheer and clapped. As they continued to dance and she continued to play, the cheers got louder and the observers more rowdy.